Monday, December 10, 2012

On Sundays, while the menfolk watch sports and do other manly things, the SJG goes dancing. At 4:15, I leave SJG HQ in search of rhythm and music. The need to flash the jazz hands overwhelms me. I simply must dance the week's worries away. I can't help myself. And yet, much as I love my late afternoon dancecapade, there's still one subject that must be addressed. Dinner. Sometimes, okay, most times, I leave Sunday dinner up to hubby. He calls in an order, or he picks up, I arrive home and its on the table. This is my definition of bliss. Last night was different. It was the second night of Hanukkah and what sort of SJG would I be if I didn't prepare something outrageously delish for my people? So I prepped the meal early, as they say on TV. I marinated, I made this and that, and then, I wrote out a complicated set of instructions. Step 1. Preheat oven. Step 2. Take chicken out of fridge. Step 3... oh, you get the idea. I like to make it easy for hubby, because he's got enough to think about already. When I left for dance class, he was thinking about plumbing, He was determined to find The Leak. There was no way I could go over my step-by-step Hanukkah meal instructions while he was staring into the toilet tank. That's just icky. So I grabbed the eldest. He loves to cook, always has, and I knew this assignment would speak to him. "Okay, honey, here's what you do. Step 1 " -- He yanked the list from my dainty hand. "Got it. No worries. Go dance." Off I went, and when I came back, I'm proud to say, he'd done everything on the list. Well, except one thing. He hadn't reheated the spinach souffle. "@#$%!" he said in shame. "It's fine. We'll just give it a zap," I said. We zapped, we sat, we consumed massive quantities of yum. All in all, a resounding success... once I made them turn off the Lakers and told hubby, "Let's not discuss the plumbing thing over dinner."

About Me

I'm a writer: TV movies, plays, humor blogs. I'm the mother of two amazing sons, so menschy I could weep with pride, and often do, spontaneously. I'm a remarkably loving wife. I'm a crazy dog lady. I'm a kugel-maker. I'm a champion kvetch. At this point, everything hurts.